An ominous dream wrenches you from a deep sleep.

You wake up drenched in sweat to find yourself cocooned by a massive body.

Your heartbeat slowly returns to normal as you stare up at your husband's sleeping face and breathe him in.

Subconsciously, you reach out and stroke a few rebellious hairs away from his forehead. It's such a shame that none of your children have this shade of bright blond, except for Glyn's natural balayage.

The terror slowly subsides the more you touch him and sink further into his presence.

You've been with this man for thirty years, and he still causes a flutter in your chest and a dip in your stomach.

When you think about that first time you met him—or more accurately, caught his attention—at the party you didn't even want to be at, it feels just like yesterday.

That day ended with your tragic accident, but that was also the beginning of you two, and you wouldn't change it for the world.

You've come a long way from the teenagers you once were.

Yes, it wasn't always easy, especially with the kids, but as long as he's by your side, you can conquer anything.

Starting with the nightmare that's playing vividly in your head.

Your babies were all caught in muddy water, black hands pulling at them from every side as smoke penetrated their orifices.

"You can only save one," a distorted voice said, and you screamed.

That's when you woke up.

Slowly, you peel Levi's arm from around your waist, grab your phone, and quietly leave your bedroom.